Last weekend, Maliko, Spencer, and I took all the adult athletes for a training run in the White Mountains Recreation Area. The beautiful scenery in the White Mountains never gets old with all the frost tipped black spruce and wide rolling hills. Even the areas previously torched by wildfires have their own beauty. It's as if we're visiting a desolate planet inhabited only by our silently moving dog teams. The feeling is amplified at night when your entire world is made up of the tunnel of the headlamp and twinkling stars in every direction. No Northern Lights on this trip, but it was stunning nonetheless.